by D.B. Uhlman

Created on: December 25, 2008   Last Updated: November 30, 2011

T'was the Night Before the Christmas Recession

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the country
Not a consumer was shopping because they were all going hungry.
The stockings were hung empty on the chimney with fear
In the hopes that the recession would not come too near.

The children were all bundled, freezing cold in their beds
When the electric was turned off and panic filled their little heads.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I stumbled in the dark
Only to see the ice covered tree had fallen apart.

The tree limb had broke and fell on our home
And at the very moment I felt so alone.
When what to wondering eyes should appear
But sparks and the electrical line swinging so near.

With a big, deep breath I shouted in fear for my wife
I called to her to wake up I fear for our lives.
More rapid than quick sand the flames flew
I ran through house, I didn't know what to do.

I called to my children, now Mary
And Sue. To little Johnny and to Michael and sweet Betty Lou.
Get out of the house and bundled up warm
They asked; where will we go for shelter from the storm?

I said run to the neighbor's and see if their home
Our house is burning and I can't find the phone
Through smoke and ash I looked for cat
I can't believe this is happening all so fast.

We've lost our home and we have no cash
My job is no more and we're spiraling fast.
I'm praying for help but one can hear me
They've all got their own families to hold close and dearly.

What happened to us we used be okay.
Now all I can do is sit here and pray
For answer I need to the question so real
How I do I cope, how do I deal?

With the problems we have we can't make it through
Of the sadness we feel, if you only knew.
My life has been shattered and all torn apart
As I sit in this shelter with my broken heart.

I worked my whole life to have a family and home
And now it's all gone, Oh God I feel so all alone.

Our government was supposed to serve and protect
Now our pleas for help they still continue to reject.
To line your own pockets, to lie and to steal
They do it with no guilt robustly and with zeal.

I miss Christmases past.
How long can this recession last.
I'm told to be strong, told to be brave
But this situation is sending me to an early grave.

So to all of you who are in the same boat
Still looking for a lifesaver a new to keep afloat
I still believe in miracles and I hope you do too
For with God's help this someday shall pass too.

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